Ready, Set, Go! [ff]

[LipsOfAnAngel]

ok, here's another story i wrote. it's another short one. sorry, i don't know why so many of them turned out so short. enjoy!

She ran. She ran as fast and far as she could. Up the empty street lined with parked cars and dark houses. Passed closed stores then down a side alley. Trashcans and side doors were the only things that saw her. She kept running until she came to the park and there he was, sitting and waiting.
“You took longer then I expected.”

Arabelle sat on a bench in the park in Magdeburg, Germany. She had her CD player and was listening to Schrei quiet loudly. But Arabelle didn’t care. Her eyes were closed and she was lipsyncing. Someone sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Arabelle opened her eyes and looked over at him. A huge smile spread across her face.
“Horst! I’m so glad you came!”
Arabelle wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a hug.
“It’s nice to see you too, Arabelle.”
Arabelle let go but kept smiling at Horst.
“Arabelle, what is it?” Horst asked.
“It’s just been two years since I saw you. How’s college going?”
“It’s great and there’s lots of hot girls there.”
“You know I don’t need to know about that.”
“Yeah, yeah. How’s Mom doing?”
“She’s good. She misses you, too.”
“Yeah, i’ll see her. As long as you walk with me.”
Arabelle smiled again. She got up and Horst did the same. They walked through the park and back to the house.
“So, what are you listening to?”
“Tokio Hotel. I love them.”
“Yeah, i’ve heard of them in England.”
“Well, I found out about them from Marnie. This is their first CD. They have one other CD and an english version CD, I have them all and a hoodie. Not the mention all the posters.”
“I haven’t seen you this obsessed over something since IMing.”
“Which I still do but anyway...”
Arabelle and Horst had arrived home and walked up the steps and through the door. Their mom, Darla, was in the kitchen.
“Mom, guess who I brought home.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
Horst stood next to Darla. She gasped and hugged Horst tightly.
“Oh Horst you’re back! How is England! No, how are you?”
“I’m good Mom. England’s wet and I missed you too.”

Horst and Arabelle were in Arabelle’s room. Horst sat in the desk chair and Arabelle was looking at herself in the mirror.
Arabelle had dark brown almost black eyes, really dark brown, long hair and fair skin. She took after her father but as for Horst he took after their mother. Horst was tall and gangly with light brown hair and blue eyes. Arabelle was 17 years old but Horst was 20. They were very close, they were best friends.
“Arabelle will you stop doing that?”
Arabelle was messing with her hair.
“I’m thinking of getting it cut.”
“Why? I love your hair long.”
“’Cause I want to. And I might get my nose pierced.”
“Arabelle what are you doing to yourself?”
Horst looked at the many posters of Tokio Hotel.
“Oh I see. You want a piercing like these two.”
Horst was pointing to Bill and Tom. He then looked at an old poster.
“And you want hair like this.”
“Maybe.”
Arabelle looked at Horst in the mirror.
“Arabelle, you’re a sweet girl. Don’t go changing for some band.”
“But what if I want to change?”
“What’s this really about?”
Arabelle sighed and sat on the bed.
“All my friends listen to them. And all my friends look like real fans of them. I just look like some preppy, good girl, wanna-be next to them. And if I go to a concert, i’d probably be the only one in a pink shirt.”
“No you won’t. I see tons of girls at school who are much more preppy then you and they’re fans. In fact, one of my friends, she was very gothic before them but became more preppy after she became a fan.”
“That’s completely opposite.”
“I know. But she changed to show she didn’t like them because of her style. And she likes preppy much more then gothic anyway.”
Arabelle studied her brother for a few moments before speaking.
“I guess I won’t change.”
Horst smiled.

[bbgroove]

Great moral to the story...
I like that it's short....
short and to the point... one-shot lubby-ness

[LipsOfAnAngel]

no! there's more! haha!!! it's not one chappy!!! silly! there is so much more to the story. more to come soon!!!!!

[luvukaulitztwins]

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[LipsOfAnAngel]

Arabelle sat on the front steps. Her mom, Darla, was at work. And Horst was seeing old friends. Her eyes were closed as she replayed Tokio Hotel’s new video over and over again in her mind.

Niemand und nichts nehm'n wir mit
Und irgendwann schau'n wir auf jetzt zurück
1000 Meere weit
1000 Jahre ohne Zeit
1000 Meere weit
1000 Sterne zieh'n vorbei
Vorbei
Lass dich zu mir treib'n
Ich lass mich zu dir treiben

Someone tapped her shoulder and Arabelle jumpped.
“Oh my god you scared me!”
“I’m sorry Ara.”
It was her friend Marnie. She sat down next to Arabelle.
“So... what you doin’?”
“I was just watching 1000 Meere.”
“How?”
“In my head.”
Arabelle leaned back onto her hands.
“That’s impossible.” said Marnie.
“No it’s not. I’ve watched it so many times that I hear it in my head when I go to sleep.”
“Yeah, you’re crazy.” Marnie said with a laugh.
“It’s your fault for getting my into to them!”
They both laughed as Arabelle poked Marnie in the ribs.
“So, you going to the concert this Friday?” asked Marnie.
“There’s going to be a concert? When, where? Give me details!”
Marnie laughed.
“At the stadium at 7 pm on Friday. I thought you knew and already had tickets.”
“No. I’ve been too busy thinking about Horst coming home.”
“Well, he’s home now. Maybe he can take you there.”
“Yeah right.” Arabelle sighed.
“I gotta go Ara. I’ll see you around, kay?”
“Yeah, see ya.”
Marnie got up and walked away. Arabelle pulled out her phone and dialed Horst’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hey bro. Um, I was wondering if maybe-”
“If I could drive you to the Tokio Hotel concert this Friday.”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“We were just talking about it. Shaine put on their CD and I was thinkin’ of goin’.”
“Oh my god! I love you, Horst!”
“That’s what i’m here for. I’ll buy the tickets. General, on the floor so you can get as close as possible.”
“Thank you, Horst.”
She hung up and put her phone back into her pocket. Arabelle got up and went inside.

“Two days! Two days til the concert! I can’t wait anymore!”
“Arabelle, calm down. You’ll get to see them. The tickets arrived in the mail today and it’s only two days.”
“Only two days? Horst, this is Tokio Hotel we’re talking about. I can’t wait two days for them!”
Arabelle fell back onto Horst’s bed. He sat down next to her.
“You really like them, don’t you?”
“I love them.”
“You know you’ll never get to meet them.”
“Don’t say that! You’ll jinks it!”
Arabelle covered her face with her hands. Horst removed her hands.
“Come on, I know what will get you to forget.”
“What?”
Horst grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the hall and down stairs. They walked into the kitchen and Horst let go of Arabelle’s wrist at the table. He walked to the fridge and opened the freezer. He pulled out the chocolate ice cream container and two spoons. He set them down in front of Arabelle. Horst then walked over to the CD player and put in Zimmer 483. He walked back and sat down next to Arabelle.
“Dig in.”
Arabelle ripped the lid off and dug her spoon into the ice cream. After getting a huge spoonful, she got up at turn the music up louder. Arabelle stood next to the CD player and danced as she ate her ice cream. Horst just watched and smiled.

[xgennevievex]

Moreeeeeee
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[LipsOfAnAngel]

“You know how Mom feels about rock concerts.”
“That’s why we’re sneaking out, Ara.”
“Oh.”
Arabelle and Horst were in his room. They were getting everything ready for the concert. It was that night, actually, in two hours. They were going to sneak out through Horst’s bedroom window and take his car to the stadium where Tokio Hotel was playing.
“It’s an hour drive so we should leave now.”
Just then, Darla knocked on the door.
“Come in.” said Horst.
She came in.
“What you two doing?”
“Just spending time together. It has been two years since we saw each other.”
“Ok, just don’t stay up too late.”
Darla closed the door.
“Wait ‘til she’s downstairs.”
Arabelle and Horst listened closely.
“Ok. Let’s go.”
Horst went first. He climbed down the drain pipe. Arabelle stuck her legs through the window. Horst helped her down and they ran to his car. Horst jumpped in and Arabelle followed suit. He started it up and pulled out onto the street.

He paced a bit. Then, as Gustav walked by, he grabbed his drumsticks out of his hands. Gustav looked at him and sat down. He stood behind him and tapped out a beat on top of Gustav’s head. After a little while, Gustav couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed them out of his hands. He walked over to the couch and grabbed his guitar. Holding it by the neck, he spun it in his hand and sat down. He tuned it and played it a bit.
“Still sounds out of tune, Georg.” Tom said as he walked by.
Georg nodded and tuned it again. Then played it again.
“That better?” he asked Tom.
“Much.”

Arabelle and Horst stood right next to the stage. Bill was singing his heart out. Tom was doing his guitar gasm and Georg banged his head. As well as Gustav.
They were playing Wo Sind Eure Hände. Horst asked the guy next to him to help him lift Arabelle up onto their shoulders. Arabelle didn’t know what they were doing.
“Horst?!”
When she was up there, Bill looked right at her as he sang. She sang with him.

Heute sind wir hier,
Die Welt bleibt vor der Tür.
Was jetzt zählt seid ihr,
Wo sind eure Hände?
Chaos im System,
auch wenn wir untergehen.
Ich will euch alle sehn.
Wo sind eure Hände?
eure Hände, eure Hände.

Arabelle reached out her hand. Bill did the same and grabbed hers. They held hands as they sang.

Horst and Arabelle drove down the street back home.
“Oh my god! I am so glad we went!” yelled Arabelle with excitment.
“Me too. They were awsome. A great concert!”
“Oh, I love this song!”
Arabelle turned up the CD player. They sang along with Übers Ende Der Welt.

Achtug, fertig, los und lauf,
vor uns bricht der Himmel auf.
Wir schaffen es zusammen,
Übers Ende dieser Welt,
die hinter uns zerfällt.

Lass es alles hinter dir,
Es gibt nichts mehr zu verlier'n.
Alles hinter dir und mir,
hält uns nicht mehr auf.

Verlager dein Gewicht,
Guck mir ins Gesicht.

Achtug, fertig, los und lauf,
vor uns bricht der Himmel auf.
Wir schaffen es zusammen,
Übers Ende dieser Welt,
die hinter uns zerfällt.

They were at a red light. When it turned green, Horst began to go but the truck on his side didn’t stop. Just before it hit them, Horst looked at Arabelle as she screamed.

[xgennevievex]

Amazing!
Write more pleaseeee

[LipsOfAnAngel]

short chappy! sorry!

Beep......... Beep......... Beep......... Beep.........
Arabelle cracked her eyes open. The bright light and white room blinded her. She raised a hand the cover hers eyes but she couldn’t reach. Arabelle looked down at her hand. Tubes were connected to the back of her hand. She let her hand fall. On the table next to her was a vase with flowers. On her other side was her mother, asleep in a chair.
“Mom.” she crocked.
Darla stirred and opened her eyes. As she sat straighter in the chair she realized that Arabelle was awake.
“Oh honey! We thought you would never wake up.”
“Where’s Horst?”

Arabelle sat on Horst’s bed. In her hands was his necklace. The German flag on a gold chain. Darla opened the door.
“Arabelle, you can’t stay in here forever. Come down stairs.”
Arabelle shook her head.
“But there’s someone here to see you.”
Arabelle looked up at Darla. She put Horst’s necklace on and got up. Arabelle followed her mother down the hall and down the steps. They turned the corner and into the livingroom. There was about 20 people sitting and standing around the livingroom. Arabelle looked around to see who Darla meant. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Arabelle saw someone stand up. It was a girl, about 21 years old. She had blonde hair streaked with black. She wore ripped jeans and a Beatles t-shirt.
“Hi Arabelle. I was a friend of Horst’s. I’m Kayley.”
Arabelle shook Kayley’s hand. Kayley sat back down and Arabelle sat down next to her.
“You brother and I were kind of going out when he left to go home.”
“Are you the girl who was gothic but went prep?”
“Yeah, that’s me. He must of told you, huh?”
“Just that much.”
“I’m really sorry for your lose. I know how you feel. My father was killed by a druck driver when I was 16.”
“I’m sorry.” Arabelle whispered.
A single tear rolled down Arabelle’s cheek. She fell into Kayley’s arms and began to cry. She didn’t know how long she cryed or how long Kayley held her. When Arabelle finally stopped, she looked up into Kayley’s face to see tears in her eyes as well.

[TanteMegs]

NO!!!! Nothing bad can happen. Please tell me they'll be ok. Ok, I officially love this story. Post more soon, please.

Megan

[LipsOfAnAngel]

another short chappy!

“Hey look at this.”
Georg looked up from the magazine he was reading. Bill was sitting at his computer.
“I got an e-mail from this guy. His name is Horst. He says that his little sister is a huge fan and would love it if she met us. They live here in Magdeburg.”
“They’re close by.” said Tom.
He stood behind Bill and read over his shoulder.
“Her birthday is coming up. It’s next week!” said Tom.
“Should we meet her?” asked Gustav.
“I don’t know. We’ll have to asked David if it’s ok.” said Bill.
Georg looked at the e-mail. There was a picture of the girl at the bottom.
“She’s pretty.” he said.
Bill looked up at him.
“She is.”
“He left his phone number at the end of the e-mail. Maybe we should call him.” said Tom.
“Ok.” Bill picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.

Arabelle answered Horst’s phone.
“Hello?”
Bill froze.
“Um, hi. This is a friend of Horst’s, from school. Jimmy.”
“Oh.”
“Is Horst around?”
“No, i’m sorry but Horst’s gone.”
“Oh, do you know when he’ll be back?”
A tear slid down Arabelle’s cheek.
“Never, he’s dead.”
“What?”
“He died after we got hit by a truck. It hit he’s side of the car. We were coming home from... from a Tokio Hotel concert.” Arabelle was crying now.
“I’m sorry, I have to go.” Arabelle hung up the phone and fell to the floor.

“Well, where is he?” asked Georg.
“He died coming home from one of our concerts.”
The guys were silent.

[xgennevievex]

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Moreee!
: D
I love this story

[LipsOfAnAngel]

i love it when i had already finished a story and all i have to do is post it! =)

Darla walked into Horst’s room to see Arabelle sitting on the floor crying.
“Oh Ara! It’s ok! Whatever it is, it’s going to be ok.”
“A friend of Horst’s just called. I had to tell him what happened.”
“Oh deary. It’s alright.”
Darla held Arabelle tightly as she cried.

After awhile, Bill put out some paper and a pen. He began to scribble something down.
“What you writing, Bill?” asked Tom.
“The address. I’m going over there.”
“Bill, you’re not aloud. Besides, we have to ask David first.” said Gustav.
”I’m not going to wait for his approval.”
Bill stood up and stuffed the paper into his pocket. He grabbed his jacket and walked to the door.
“Bill!”
Bill turned to see Georg standing.
“I’m coming too.” he said.
Georg pulled on his jacket and walked over to Bill. Tom and Gustav shrugged and did the same. Bill pulled up his hood and put on a pair of shades. Just then David showed up at their door.

Arabelle sat in her room. Her mom went to go make dinner. She sat on her bed, looking at her reflection in the mirror across the room. Arabelle got up and opened a drawer in her desk. She picked up a pair of scissors and walked to the mirror. Just then, her mom called up the stairs saying that dinner was ready. Arabelle dropped the scissors and walked down stairs.

“Boys, you can’t just randomly leave without telling me.” said David.
“But David. This girl lost her brother after one of our concerts. Just days before he sent us an e-mail saying she would love it if she met us.” explained Bill.
“That’s not the point. You could be hounded by fans or reporters. We don’t need that.”

After dinner, Arabelle went back upstairs to her room.
“Mom, i’m really tired. I’m going to bed now.” she called down to Darla.
“Alright.”
Arabelle closed her door and locked it. She put in a CD and cranked the music. The lyrics pumped through her veins and tears slid down her soft face.

Wir sind durch die Stadt gerannt,
ham keinen Ort mehr erkannt,
an dem wir nicht schon einmal waren.

Wir ham alles ausprobiert,
die Freiheit endet hier,
wir müssen jetzt durch diese Wand.

Verlager dein Gewicht,
den Abgrund siehst du nicht.

Achtug, fertig, los und lauf,
vor uns bricht der Himmel auf.
Wir schaffen es zusammen,
Übers Ende dieser Welt,
die hinter uns zerfällt.

She picked up the scissors from the floor and sat in front of the mirror. She looked at them in her hand. Arabelle grabbed a handful of her hair and brought the scissors up to it. She closed the scissors and watched her hair fall. She did this over and over again until her hair was short and spikey. Then, Arabelle went into her closet and pulled out all of her dark colored clothes and all of her jeans. She then went into Horst’s room and pulled out all of his dark colored clothes and jeans. She brought them into her room and began to rip, cut and change all of the clothes. She pulled out the rest of her clothes from the closet and threw them on the floor. She picked through them and pulled out a thing or two and changed them aswell. Arabelle then went through her and Horst’s jewelry and pulled got all the chunky, gaudy, and dark looked jewelry and threw them into the bed with the clothes. Arabelle pushed everything else under her bed. She then went onto shoes. Arabelle grabbed all of her and Horst’s shoes, they wore the same size, and her Sharpie markers from a desk drawer and began to write, draw and color every shoe. Lastly, Arabelle took all of Horst’s belt, for she had none of her own, and put them on the bed. Then she put all of the new clothes, shoe and belts in her now empty closet. The jewelry went into the black jewelry box Horst gave her one year and she picked up the hair off of the floor. She tied it together with a scrap of fabric she had cut off a shirt. Arabelle pulled out all of her old purses and picked through them. Putting the ones she was going to keep on the bed and throwing the others under the bed. A small pile of dark purses sat on the bed next to her hair. She emptied her current, pink purse and threw it under the bed. She picked up a dark purple and black purse and put her things into it. When she was done, Arabelle dropped the purse into her desk chair. The other purses went back into the closet and she put the hair outside of her door for her mother to find the next morning. Arabelle knew this all was going to break her mother’s heart but she knew she couldn’t keep going on being the person Horst loved. Now that Horst was dead and gone. Arabelle sat on her bed, she would have to get new sheets and a new blanket to match what she had done. She sat there as the CD player changed CDs automatically. The words of the first song on the new CD blared and cut through her like a knife.

Tears fell from your eyes
Staining your pillowcase
You remember all the times you had
And all the things he said
But now he’s gone and left you so alone
Without ever saying... goodbye
Goodbye, dear boy
Goodbye
Goodbye, sweet lover
Goodbye

Tears fell from Arabelle’s eyes as she thought of Horst. What he meant to her, what he had done for her so that she was happy... always.


song lyrics by me.

[xgennevievex]

Love it!

[LipsOfAnAngel]

Arabelle finally fell asleep. The next morning, she sleep til noon. Darla walked up the stairs and down the hall. She stopped when she saw something dark by her door. As she walked closer, Darla realized it was hair, Arabelle’s hair. She picked it up and knocked on the door softly.
“Arabelle, dear? Are you awake? I want to talk to you. Arabelle? Arabelle?”
Arabelle had woken and lied in bed, waiting for her mother to leave.

“Alright. I’ve heard all you had to say. I’ll arrange something with her mother or father and we’ll see what happens.” said David.
“Thank you David.” said Bill.
David left the house and Bill turned to the others.
“So, what are we going to do or say if we meet her?” asked Gustav.
“I don’t know. But something she’ll never forget.” Bill said.

After a while, Arabelle got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She took a shower and changed into a pair of her black, skinny jeans, one of Horst’s studded belts, one of Horst’s graphic T’s, and a pair of her own altered sneakers. Arabelle pulled out some black make-up and put on heavy eye liner and shadow. She went downstairs to find her mother, Darla, sitting at the table. Arabelle’s hair was next to her, she looked up when Arabelle walked in.
“Oh, Arabelle. What have you don’t to yourself?” Darla asked.
Arabelle didn’t say anything. She got some food from the fridge and went back upstairs.
At her computer, she typed in ‘Tokio Hotel’ in the search engine. A hundred links came up and she clicked on the top one. There was a knock at the door and Darla called,
“Arabelle, there’s someone here to see you.”
Arabelle had been looking at a picture of the four boys but closed the window and got up. When she walked into the living room, there was four people sitting on the couch. Four boys, four famous boys. Arabelle eyes widen and she sat fell to the floor. Bill stood up and stepped closer.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Get away from me.” she whispered.
Bill stepped closer, his hand stretched out. A memory flashed in Arabelle’s mind. Of the night of the concert, up on Horst’s shoulder, holding Bill’s hand as they sang.
“Get away from me!” she yelled, pushing away his hand.
Bill was taken aback. Arabelle ran up stairs and slammed her door. The boys looked at each other then to Darla. She shook her head and walked into the kitchen. Georg stood up and walked upstairs. He knocked on Arabelle’s door.
“Arabelle, it’s Georg. Can I come in?” he asked.
“No, you’re not real. You can’t really be here.” she said through tears.
“But we are. We got an e-mail from your brother a few days ago. But we didn’t find it til yesterday. We called his cell but you answered. That’s how we found out. We really are sorry for what happened. We would never wish this apon anyone. So, can I come in?”
The doornob clicked. Georg turned it and pushed the door open. Arabelle sat on her bed, tears making black streaks down her cheeks.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“No.” she sniffed.
“Why did you run?”
“I never thought I would get to meet you guys. And after Horst’s death, I just gave up hope.”
“You should never give up hope. Did you know he had sent the e-mail?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
Georg sat down next to Arabelle. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tryed to comfort her. Arabelle leaned on him and cried into his shoulder.
Bill, Tom and Gustav sat on the couch waiting for Georg and Arabelle to come down. They heard the steps creak and looked up. Arabelle came into view then Georg. She was wiping her eyes and gave them a small smile. Bill stood up.
“Arabelle, I am truely sorry for your lose.”
He pulled her into a gentle hug. When he pulled away, Bill took Arabelle’s hand and led her to the couch. She sat between Bill and Tom. Tom wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“You look different then in the picture, and it looked like a resent picture. What happened?” asked Tom.
“Horst’s death happened.”
Tom didn’t need any more of an explaination. He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. A tear slid down her cheek. Bill wiped it away. Arabelle looked at him and smiled.

[xgennevievex]

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So amazing
I can't wait for more.

[Mr.G.L+Ms.K.S]

i love it please write more soon....

[TanteMegs]

Sooo not cool. I am tearing up here. I can't wait to see what happens. Write more soon please.

Megan

[LipsOfAnAngel]

just to let you guys know, that was the end of the story. no more, fineto!













April Fool's!!!!!! here you go.

The boys had left. Arabelle sat on the couch with a piece of paper in her hands, with four numbers on it. She looked at it and pulled out her phone. Darla had left her alone so she knew she wouldn’t be over heard. Arabelle dialed a number and waited.
“Hello?”
“Um, Georg?”
“Arabelle, what’s wrong?”
She sniffed, tears fell from her eyes.
“Um, I- I just need someone to talk to.” she cried.
“Oh, ok.”
Georg listened as Arabelle splited her heart out to him. She didn’t know why she trusted him so much but she did. When she finished, there was silence on the other end.
“Georg?”
“I’m still here, Arabelle. Do you want me to come over?”
“No, no. I think i’ll be fine.”
Arabella wiped her eyes dry.
“Ok, if you need me, you know where to reach me.”
Arabelle nodded into the phone.
“Oh, I gotta go, Arabelle. I’ll talk to you later.”
Georg hung up abruptly. Arabelle starred at the phone then put it down. She got up and walked upstairs to her room.

After having lied on her bed for hours, Arabelle picked up her phone and dialed a random number from the piece of paper.
“Hallo?”
“Um, who is this?”
“This is Bill, who’s this?”
“It’s Arabelle.”
“Oh, hi Arabelle. Why’d you call?”
“I don’t know, I just dialed a random number.”
“Haha, funny. I should try that sometime. Is there anything you want to talk about, though?” asked Bill.
“I don’t know. I’m really tired but I can’t get to sleep.”
“Hm, I can’t help you with that. Maybe you should talk to Georg. Hold on, i’ll get him.”
Arabelle looked around the room franticly and closed her cell quickly. She let it drop from her hand. Arabelle got up and grabbed her coat from the back of the desk chair. She picked up her bag and walked outside. It had gotten dark and cold out. She looked up and down the street then started to walk down it. She turned a corner and walked into town. She went as far as she could without anyone seeing her. Finally, Arabelle stopped and walked into a bar. She sat down at the bar and put her bag in her lap.
“Can I get you anything miss?” the bartender asked.
“No, thank you.”
Arabelle looked around the bar. There was a small dance floor and a bathroom near it. She got up and went to the bathroom. Once inside, she changed her clothes and did her make-up and hair. She walked back out and outside. Then Arabelle went to a club up the street. She knew she was too young to be there but she was able to get in. She sat at the bar again when she heard screaming, hystrical screaming. Then a crowd walked in, with someone or somebodies the center. They went to a private area, leaving the crowd behind. Arabelle ordered a soda and sat there, tapping her foot to the music. Someone sat down next to her.
“You come here often?” he asked.
Arabelle didn’t look at him.
“No.” she said.
“You want to go somewhere quiet, just you and me?”
Arabelle turned to look at the man. It was Tom. He didn’t recognize her so she went with it.
“I don’t know, what would we do there?” she asked.
“Oh come on, you’ve got to have an imagination.” Tom said.
He placed his hand on her thigh.
“I think i’ll pass, Tom.”
Oh know, she let it slip.
“You know my name? Are you a fan?”
“A fan and a friend. It’s me Tom, Arabelle.”
“Oh my god. What are you doing here?”
“I had to get away. Please, don’t tell anyone.”
“You ran away. I’m going to get Bill.”
“He’s here? Oh, that was you guys in the crowd. Look, I just need sometime alone. Please, don’t tell anyone. Especially Georg.”
“Georg? Oh.”
Tom started to get up.
“No, Tom! You promised.”
“No I didn’t.”
Tom started to walk back to the private area. Arabelle jumpped up and ran outside. She couldn’t go home, or Marnie’s. Where would she go?

[xgennevievex]

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[LipsOfAnAngel]

the end is near...


Arabelle ran. She ran as fast and far as she could.

“Georg. You’ll never guess who I saw here, just now.”
“Who?” Georg asked Tom.

Up the empty street lined with parked cars and dark houses.

“Arabelle. I didn’t know it was her. She had all this make-up on and, well, slutty clothes. She ran away from home, Georg.”

Passed closed stores then down a side alley.

“Where is she?”
“She’s right-”
“Where is she?!”
“She’s gone.”

Trashcans and side doors were the only things that saw her.

“Do you now where she would go?” asked Tom.
“Yes.”

Arabelle kept running until she came to the park and there he was, sitting and waiting.
“You took longer then I expected.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I guessed. You did tell me everything this afternoon.”
“I just want to be alone, Georg.”
Georg stood up and walked over to her.
“But why?”
“I- I don’t know.”
“Come on, i’ll take you home.”
“No! I don’t want to go home. My mom hates what i’ve become and she doesn’t understand what i’m going through. Horst wasn’t just my brother, he was my friend.”
“I know, I know.”
Georg pulled Arabelle into a hug. She sobbed into his chest. After her tears stopped, she tried to back away. But Georg was holding her too tightly. He placed his hand on her cheek.
“You were beautiful before all this make-up. You don’t need any at all.”
He took a napkin from his pocket and wiped away most of her make-up. Then he lifted her head up, his hand under her chin, and kissed her lips softly. Arabelle wrapped her arms around Georg’s neck. She leaned into the kiss and Georg took a step back, his back hitting a tree trunk. Arabelle continued to kiss him passionately, pressing her body against his. For a second, Georg struggled to get her to stop then pushed her back, breaking the kiss.
“Georg, what’s wrong?”
“This isn’t right.”
“But, you kissed me first.”
“I know but I didn’t think you would take it that far.”
“But why did you kiss me in the first place?”
“I- I don’t know.”
“I thought you kissed me because you like me.”
“I do! But more as a friend.”
“I told you everything.”
Arabelle sat down on the bench. Georg sat next to her and took her hand.
“Ara-”
“No, no you’re not allowed to call me that. Horst started that nickname and no one is allowed to use... never again.”
Arabelle stood up and walked away, Georg didn’t stop her. When she was almost out of the park, he yelled to her.
“Where are you going to go? You cant live on the streets.”
She turned to face him.
“Where would you like me to go? Home?”
“My place? I don’t think the guys would mind.”
Arabelle looked at Georg for a long time. She began to walk back towards him.
“Ok.” she said quietly.

“I don’t know if the guys are home yet. They could still be at the club.”
Georg put a key into the lock and turned it. He pushed the door open and flicked on the light.
“I guess no-”
“You’re back, did you find... her... hey Arabelle.”
Tom stood in the doorway to the living room.
“Hey Tom.” she said quietly.
“Come on, i’ll make up the spare room.” said Georg.
He led her inside and into the living room, Tom behind them. Bill and Gustav were sitting on the couch playing a video game. Bill looked up and paused the game, making Gustav shout in protest, before he saw that Arabelle was there.
“Arabelle’s gonna stay here tonight, is that ok?” asked Georg.
“Yeah, you’re always welcome here, Arabelle.” said Bill with a smile.
Georg led Arabelle upstairs. He pointed to each room along the way.
“That’s Bill’s room, and Tom’s, mine and Gustav’s. And here’s the spare. I hope it’s not too small.” he looked at her.
“It’s fine Georg, thank you.”
She stood up on tippy toe and kissed his cheek. She stepped back and turned to look at the room.
“I’ll get you some sheets and a pillow.”
Georg walked out of the room and down the hall. There was a soft knock and Arabelle turned around.
“Hey Bill.”
“Hey.”
There was a long silence.
“So, why are you staying here?” Bill asked.
“I can’t go home, not after everything.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing. My mom doesn’t understand me like Horst did. She hates that I changed. She actually kept my hair that I cut off.”
“Oh...”
Bill walked in and sat on the bare mattress. Arabelle sat next to him, dropping her bag at her feet. They sat in silence. Georg came back with the bedding. Bill helpped him pull it on as Arabelle watched. When they were done, Bill smiled at her and left. Georg stood by the door.
“Is there anything else you need or want?”
“No. I think i’ll just go to bed. Thank you.”
Georg smiled and closed the door behind him. Arabelle sat back on the bed and pulled off her shoes. She took off her top and dropped it onto the floor. Then she unzipped her pants and pulled on her pajamas that were in her bag. She crawled into bed and turned off the lamp. Darkness surrounded her and she curled up under the blanket. Silent tears fell from her eyes, blurring her vision. She wiped them away and sat up, the blanket falling from her shoulders. She sat there for what felt like hours, listening to the noises of the house. She heard them go to bed, one by one. And when she was sure the were all in their rooms, Arabelle got up and quietly opened the door. The hall was dark but she knew exactly where she was going.

[xgennevievex]

: DD
Love it!

[LipsOfAnAngel]

Georg was getting into bed when his door opened slowly. A shadow appeared and closed the door softly. The shadow turned to reveal Arabelle.
“Arabelle, what are you doing here?”
She didn’t speak but walked towards Georg as he sat on the edge of his bed. She ran her hands down his bare chest and kissed his lips softly. Arabelle pushed him back into the bed and crawled on top of him. She kissed Georg passionately, as her hands wandered down to the waistband of his boxers. Georg’s hands found their way up Arabelle’s top and began to slowly pull it up. He kissed her neck and Arabelle let out a moan. He pulled her under the blanket with him, pulling off her top at the same time. She giggled then moaned.

The sun peaked through the curtains, hitting Georg’s face. He groaned and rolled over, wrapping his arm around Arabelle’s waist. She curled up and buried her head deeper under the blanket and into Georg’s chest. Arabelle smiled. She prided her eyes open and looked at the clock. 10:46 am. She rolled back over to find Georg looking at her with a smile on his lips. She smiled back and kissed him softly.
“Good morning.” he said.
“Good morning.” she said.
There was a load knock on the door.
“Georg! Geeeeoooorg! We can’t find Arabelle! I think she ran off again! Georg get your lazy *** out of bed and come help us look!”
Arabelle couldn’t tell if it was Bill or Tom talking but when they were, she got dressed and opened the door after they finished.
“Oh.”
It was Bill. His hair was everywhere and he was still in his pajamas.
“Um, guys! I found her!” he yelled down the hall.
“Where?” Tom and Gustav chorused.
“In Georg’s room.”
There were fast, heavy footsteps up the stairs. Tom suddenly appeared in the doorway.
“Really? What were you two doing?” he asked.
“None of your business.”
Arabelle pushed pass them and went to her room. When she closed the door, she realized her phone was ringing. She picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Arabelle where are you?!”
It was her mother, Darla.
“Mom, i’m not telling you because I want to be away from you!”
“Why? What did I do?”
“Nothing! That’s the thing! And you don’t get me at all!”
“What’s to get, you’re 17!”
Arabelle was shocked. She hung up and let the phone drop to the floor.

Georg walked downstairs to the kitchen. He sat down at the table and rested his head on his arms.
“So... how was it?” asked Tom.
“How was what?”
“You know...”
“Oh Tom get a life.”
“Sex is my life!”
“Haha, did I just here what I think I heard?”
Arabelle walked into the kitchen.
“Maybe.”
Tom walked into the living room where Bill and Gustav were playing a video game. Arabelle sat down next to Georg. He looked at her and smiled. But Arabelle didn’t smile back.
“What’s wrong?”
“My mom, she just called me.”
“And?”
“She doesn’t care about me at all. I thought she did I guess it was all an act.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I just need to get away from her. Like, to another country where she can’t check up on me.”
“I know you’ll think of something.” said Georg.
Arabelle smiled.

[LipsOfAnAngel]

“I wish you were here, it’s beautiful here!”
Arabelle was on the phone with Georg. She had decided to transfer to another school in another country. It was a school for performing arts in Tokyo, Japan. Apparently, she spoke Japanese fluently. She was going to study singing there, and finish off her normal school. Then stay there for college. She stood on the balcony off of her dorm room.
“It’s beautiful here.”
“You said that alright.” Georg said with a laugh.
Arabelle laughed loudly.
“I love your laugh. I wish you laughed more when you were here.”
“Yeah..... hey put Bill on.”
Georg handed the phone to Bill. Arabelle smiled wickedly.
“Hey Bill! I wish you were here in Tokyo!” she said in Japanese.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“Look it up!”
Arabelle laughed wildly, throwing her head back and holding onto the railing to keep herself from falling over.
“You’re crazy, Ara.”
Bill handed the phone to Tom.
“Hey girl! How’s the weather?”
“It’s amazing here, Tom. When are you guys gonna come here on tour?” she asked.
“Oh, not until next year so you have to wait.”
“Ok, put Georg back on.”
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Arabelle sat down on the concrete balcony floor.
“I miss you a lot.” she said.
“I miss you too.”
“I’m gonna take a picture of this beautiful view with me in it missing you.”
“Haha, ok.”
Arabelle pulled the phone away from her ear and brought up the camera. She took a picture then sent it.
“Did you get it?”
“Not yet. Oh wait, here it is.”
There was a pause.
“Wow, that is a view and you look sad.”
“Not completely.”
Georg smiled. He knew Arabelle couldn’t see him but he also knew she just knew he was smiling. The didn’t spend that much time together but in the time they did spend together, this connection was made where they just knew what the other was thinking or doing. Arabelle smiled.
“I guess i’ll see you around then?” she said.
“Yeah, bye.”
“I love you.”
Georg froze. His throat closed up and he couldn’t breath.
“Too early?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Ok, bye. Not love.”
Georg smiled.
“Bye.”
Arabelle hung up and walked back into the room. Hoshi, her room mate was standing in front of the closet.
“Ara, what should I wear tonight? A bunch of us are going to a club.” Hoshi asked in Japanese.
“Um, the blue halter top and your black skinny jeans.” she replied in Japanese.
“You miss home Germany?” Hoshi asked in broken English.
Arabelle nodded. She sat on her bed as Hoshi changed. She played with the corner of the sheet for a little while, Hoshi stopped to watch her.
“Why don’t you came with us. It’ll be good for you.” she said in Japanese.
“I don’t know...”
“Come on! You’ll have fun! Come on.”
Hoshi pulled Arabele up off the bed and pushed her into the closet, both were laughing.

“**** girl! You look hot!” Yukio said.
Yukio was Hoshi brother. They sat at the bar in the club, drinking neon colored drinks. Arabelle sat next to Yukio and smiled. Her phone buzzed, she got a text message from Georg.

hey babe. miss you lots. just gettin ready for a concert. thinkin of you.
georg.

Arabelle smiled and put her phone back into her pocket.
“Who was that?” asked Yukio.
“Just a friend from back home.” replied Arabelle.

[LipsOfAnAngel]

dang people!!! read my story!!!!!!!!!!! i'm getting upset that no one is reading it anymore! or atleast no one is telling me what they thing of it. i live off of your replies, i need to know what you think of it. so please, please, please, bitte!!!!!!!!! reply!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ILuvKaulitzTwins4E]

i luv it please write more

[luvukaulitztwins]

AWESOMENESS mehr mehr mehr I have not read it in ages sorry I forgot all about the forum :(

[LipsOfAnAngel]

sorry guys for not posting. i was away from home all weekend. here the next chappy, a really long one!

Several hours later and several neon drinks later; Arabelle, Hoshi, Yukio, and a few other friends had found their way up to the roof. They all had a beer in hand and were joking and laughing.
“Hi, hi, hi. How far do you theenk wei’re up?” slured Yukio.
“Man...... I aknow.” said Arabelle.
She fell over onto her side, laughing. Hoshi fell on top of her. Everyone laughed. Soon, everyone fell asleep.

Arabelle woke with a horrible headache. Her eyes burned and everything sounded twice as loud. A few people had disappeared, she figured they had left. Hoshi was curled up next to her.
“Hey, hey Hoshi. Wake up.”
Arabelle stood and lightly kicked Hoshi in the back. She jumped awake and sat up.
“Wha?”
“The sun’s rising. We should head home, we got lessons.”
Hoshi nodded and stood up. She almost fell over but Arabelle caught her.
“Wha- where’s Yukio?” Hoshi asked.
Arabelle pointed to a spot closed to the ledge. Hoshi nodded and tryed to walk over, but she failed in falling down to a sitting postion.
“Hoshi, go home. I’ll get him.”
Hoshi crawled to the door. Arabelle walked over to Yukio. He rolled over so he was facing her. Arabelle knelt down next to him.
“Yukio. Yukio wake up.”
She rocked him some. Slowly, his eyes opened.
“Hey there, beautiful.” he said.
“Hey, you gotta get up. You need to go home.”
“Naw, I want to stay here.”
He sat up and leaned back against the ledge.
“You can’t, come on.”
Arabelle pulled him to his feet. He grabbed hold of the ledge and sat on it.
“No man, come on.”
Arabelle pulled on his arm again but he didn’t move.
“I- I want to see the view.”
“You can, back downstairs. Come on.”
“No,” Yukio pushed Arabelle away. “From up here.”
Yukio pushed himself up so that he was standing on the ledge. Arabelle yelled.
“Yukio! Get down you could fall!”
“It’s beautiful! Look at it! It’s great.”
Yukio looked over his shoulder down at Arabelle and swayed some. Arabelle gasped and got up on the ledge too. She took hold of Yukio’s right arm.
“Ok, you saw the view. Now come on.”
Sh pulled him again.
“No!”
He pushed her away again. Arabelle almost lost her balance. She grabbed onto Yukio’s arm. He thought she was trying to get him down again so he pushed her away harder. Arabelle let go of his arm and lost her balance conpletely. Her foot slipped off the edge, soon the rest of her body was following.
“Oh no...” whispered Yukio.

Georg pulled out his phone and dialed Arabelle’s number. It rang a few times.

Ich schrei in die Nacht für Dich,
lass mich nicht im Stich,
Spring nicht.
Die lichter fangen Dich nicht,
sie betrügen Dich.
Spring nicht.
Erinner Dich,
an Dich und mich.
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht,
Bitte spring nicht.

“Hey Arabe-”
“This not Ara. This Hoshi.”
“Um, ok Hoshi. Is Arabelle there?”
“You Georg?”
“Yeah.”
“I Ara’s friend, Hoshi. I have news for you.”
“What’s wrong? Where’s Arabelle?”
“Ara, I and friends were at bar last night. We went to roof. We fall asleep. Then wake up later. I, Ara, and brother, Yukio still there. I go downstairs, Ara wake Yukio. Outside, something hits walkway. It’s Ara.”
Georg was in shock. Even though he was having trouble understanding Hoshi in her broken English, he still got what happened, Arabelle fell, or jumped, from the roof.
“Georg?”
It was Hoshi on the other end.
“I- I’m coming there.”
“Ok.”
He hung up the phone. Bill walked into the living room where Georg had been.
“How’s Arabelle?” Bill asked.
Georg turned to him.
“She’s dead.”

The band arrived at the Tokyo Airport the next day. There was an Asian girl holding a sign that read, Georg. She was standing with an older Asain woman. They walked over to them.
“Hello. I’m Kim. This is Hoshi. I was Arabelle’s host mother. Hoshi was her room mate. Come, I have a car waiting.”
They left the airport and all climbed into a black car outside. They drove to a nice house.
“This is my home. Arabelle stayed here when she was settling in. Before her classes started.”
They went inside. There were a lot more people there then Georg expected. Hoshi sat with a boy who looked simular to her. They sat on the last couch available. Kim nodded to the boy. He started to speak in Japanese. Then Kim began to translate.
“We were on the roof of the bar. We had fallen alseep. The next thing I knew, Ara was kneeling next to me, telling me I had to get up. I protested and she pulled me to my feet. I think I said something about the view from the roof. I got up onto the ledge. She got up too, and tried to get me down. She pulled my arm and I pushed her. She almost fell. Either she tried to get me down again or she grabbed my arm for balance but, I thought the first and pushed her away harder. I saw her fall over to edge. I had realized what I had done. I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. She was my friend. And, I think I kinda loved her.”
Yukio finished and Kim finished translating. Yukio looked at the band, but mostly Georg, with pleading eyes. Georg stared back at him. Bill cleared his throat.
“What do you plan for the funeral?” he asked.
“I was going to leave that up to her family.”
“We’re her family.” said Tom.
Everyone else nodded.
“Alright, then.”
Everyone left, except Yukio and Hoshi. They walked up to Georg.
“Her things are still there. Here room number.” said Hoshi.
“I really sorry.” said Yukio.
Georg took the paper with the number. They walked away and left. Georg looked at the paper. Room 483, he cringed.
“So, you can either have her buried or cremated.” said Kim.
“Cremated.” said Georg before anyone else could speak.
“She wanted to be cremated like her father was.” he continued.
“Alright, where would you like to spread her ashes, here or in Germany?”
“Both. She was happy here but she also had happy times in Germany.”
“Alright.” said Kim.

Georg stood on the balcony of Arabelle’s room. The urn holding her ashed sat by his feet. One least chance for her to see that view. He walked back inside where Hoshi, Bill, Tom and Gustav were packing up her clothes and belongings. He sat on the bare bed and breathed deep. It smelled like her, a mix of her strawberry shampoo and her perfume. He smiled.
“She’s here, I can feel her.” he said.
Bill stopped what he was doing.
“What?”
“Arabelle, she’s here, right now.”
Bill nodded and went back to packing.

They loaded the boxes into the trunk of the car. Georg was holding the urn close to his chest. It was black with silver ‘cracking’ all over it. On the lid was the Tokio Hotel symbol, painted on with silver paint. Earlier, Georg had let some of her ashes go at a lake in a park she loved going to. Now he had to go back to Germany to spread the rest.

[TanteMegs]

AWWWW!!!!!! So not cool. I would so hurt Yukio for doing something so stupid. But then again he has to live with this for the rest of his life, so it kind of works out. But still that was not cool for Georg and the rest of the boys. Can't wait to read more, please don't tell me this was the end.

Megan

[LipsOfAnAngel]

well, unfortunately, this was another short story, and this is the last chappy. i hope you all enjoyed it. ready my other stories as i post them.

He spread them at the park, and at Horst’s grave. He kept the last bit in the urn, it sat in his room. There were boxes all over his room, her possessions. He couldn’t handle going through them, not yet. Now, Georg sat on his bed, holding the picture of her she had sent to him through her phone. Bill walked in and sat next to her.
“I remember.”
Georg looked up at him. Tears streaked his creeks.
“I remember, last year at one of our concerts. It was a Friday show and it was during the song Wo Sind Eure Hände. A girl was sitting on two guys shoulders and she reached her hand out to me. I took it, it was Arabelle. I’m guessing one of the guys was Horst. She was so happy, singing along with me, holding my hand.”
“I remember that too.” Georg said horsely.
“Maybe, if I had asked her on stage-”
“Bill, nothing could have changed what happened.”
“I know.”
A single tear fell from Bill’s eye. He smiled weakly.
“I just miss her.” he said.
“Me too, Bill. Me too.”

~*~

It had been a year since Arabelle’s death. Tokio Hotel were getting ready for the East Tour, Starting in Tokyo, Japan. Georg was in his room packing when Bill walked in.
“Hey Georg.”
Hey.”
“Are you going to be ok, you know, performing in Tokyo?” asked Bill.
“I think so. It’s been a year. I should be fine.”
Georg went back to packing. Bill looked around his room at all the boxes.
“You still haven’t looked through them yet?”
“Now that, i’m not really for.” said Georg with a laugh.
The laugh died quickly. Georg picked up his suitcase and walked pass Bill.

It took until two months after the tour for him to be able to go through the boxes that crowded his room. The first thing on top in the first box was a picture of Arabelle and Horst. Georg placed it on his bed. He went through everything. After sorting through the clothes, he went to Bill’s room and knocked. Bill opened the door, rubbing his eyes.
“Sorry to wake you Bill but I need you for a second.”
“Ok.”
Bill yawned and followed Georg down the hall. Bill eyed the pile of clothes.
“I went through them. Everything should fit you.”
“Georg, are those Arabelle’s clothes?”
“Yeah, I think she would want you to have them.”
Bill looked from Georg to the pile and back again.
“Are you sure?” asked Bill.
He picked up a shirt from the top and held it up to himself. Georg smiled.

~*~

Georg was sitting at the kitchen table, looking at a picture of Arabelle.
“You ok?”
Georg looked up to see Tom.
“Hey Tom.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“It’s been two years since she died. I can’t seem to move on.”
“I know you really cared about her but-”
“I’ve got to move on. I know, I got the same thing from Bill and Gustav.”
“Oh.” was all Tom could say.
“And I will move on. That’s what Arabelle wants me to do.”

[LipsOfAnAngel]

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[TanteMegs]

AWWW!!!! That was such a good story. I hope you'll do a sequel.

Megan

[LipsOfAnAngel]

sorry, no sequel. i don't do sequels for the shorter stories. but i have some longer and with sequels, stories. i'll start posting one of them soon.

[DeeDee]

:cry: :cry: :cry: you made me cry , it was such an amazing story hunn i loved it